Happy Holidays from Maize and all of us here at Hoof Beats of America. We are so thankful for your continued support. Wishing you all a safe and love-filled holiday with all of your favorite two and four- leggers!
Frank is so happy with his adopted Mom Sarahbeth, owner of http://www.horsenaroundtrailrides.com/. Here he is hanging out with his big boy pals in Bodega Bay.
He says he wants to thank everyone who helped save his young life and that he celebrates being here everyday!
Hoof Beats of America is looking for a forever home for Miss Maize. She would be a great fit in an equine therapy program. She has lots of great lessons to teach! Maize has been with us for 4 years so we know her inside and out. She had been adopted but returned after about a year due to financial hardship. She returned suffering from EPM. She has finished 4 months of treatment for EPM and is healthy and happy if not a bit chubby! Maize is 8 years old now and has become a beautiful, loving and intriguing individual. She loves human interaction so we are looking for a home with someone who has the time and desire to make her part of their family. For more info and photo’s of Maize email@example.com or 707-774-2645.
Maize has been diagnosed with EPM. She has started the drug protocol for this disease and we are hoping for a full recovery. The first Raise for Maize benefit clinic went very well at Miwok Livery this weekend. Manager Linda Rubio is always so supportive and a true animal advocate.
Our next scheduled fund raiser will be a super fun BBQ hosted by White Barn Project in Petaluma on August 26th. There will be delicious food, great music, a silent auction with wonderful items, and demo rides by some of our very talented local trainer/riders. Stay tuned for details!!
As always, we greatly appreciate your interest and support!
Maize is battling a serious lameness as of now undiagnosed. She is incurring substantial vet bills with more ahead. I am planning on giving a benefit riding and horse handling clinic, generously hosted by The White Barn Project in Petaluma on August 26th.
ALL donations will go directly to Hoof Beats of America who is once again Maize’s caretaker. Donations will pay for her current vet bills, rehabilitation and maintenance of this lovely mare.
When rehabilitated, Maize will need a permanent pasture companion situation. I will post updates about her progress and the clinic.
Thank you as always, for being animal advocates.
It is the holiday season. A time of fun, festivities, family and frenzy!! Getting out to exercise our horses tends to get moved to the back burner during this hectic time. It is also the time when the weather is cooler and in Northern California, rain. So, let’s look at that combination for a minute…Colder weather + less exercise = trouble!
I have found over the years that the amount of riding accidents increases during the holidays in large part, due to the aforementioned and also because we are distracted and rushing. The old Kenny Rogers song The Gambler, goes like this; “Know when to hold em, know when to fold em, know when to walk away and know when to run…” http://www.jango.com/music/Kenny+Rogers?l=0
Don’t be a gambler when it comes to riding a high horse. “I have 30 minutes, I’ll just hop on.” Please, only ride if you truly have the time to work them down and cool them off properly. If you are able to give yourself the gift of time with your horse over the holidays that’s wonderful. If you are overbooked and stressed out, “know when to fold em’”. Consider paying a competent person to exercise your horse or if you have small windows of time available, lunge them or work in the round pen for a little while. Do your horse, your family and yourself a favor and don’t spoil the holidays by getting bucked off or by spending your time feeling guilty for not getting out to the barn. Making arrangements for your horse + making safe choices = fun holidays!
When I was a little girl, I was the only one in my family interested in horses. Interested is probably an understatement. I was CRAZY for horses for as long as I can remember. I don’t have any idea where in my young mind it came from. We always had a dog and a cat. I don’t think I ever saw a horse in the flesh until I was eight years old. Once I did I was relentless. I hounded my parents mercilessly.
One day I met a girl at school who had horses that lived right across the street from us. My new friend was my first teacher and we had a ball. We jumped on the horses bareback wearing only their halters. We would gallop through the pastures, getting clothes-lined on low hanging branches, get run through bramble, bucked off on the way back to the barn. We didn’t care! We were in horse heaven. I couldn’t get enough.
I found out another neighbor raised race horses and I begged and pleaded to clean their stalls, babysit their toddler, whatever it would take to be around THEM. They finally gave in and took me under their wing. They taught me how to muck, groom and feed. And eventually they let me ride! They taught me how to jump! Oh my did my world change! Little did I know that I was jumping barely broke racehorses that only knew one lead. It just didn’t matter. I was where I belonged.
Finally at the age of 10, my parents gave up the fight and bought me the most beautiful, the most spirited, the most unrideable buckskin gelding you’ve ever seen. Bucky, as the horse trader called him, came all the way from Texas. Yup, he was a barrel racer. Perfect first horse for a kid! LOL Bucky didn’t stay long. I cried a river of tears but to no avail. My parents didn’t know horses but they did know a 4-H leader who they asked to come and check Bucky out. She kindly told my folks they were darn lucky I hadn’t been killed and to march right back to that horse trader and demand a suitable horse for me.
Well, who would have thought that any good would come of giving up my beautiful Bucky?
Not I, but then I met Cherry. The most darling chestnut pony you have ever seen. For real this time. Cherry was an angel in a horse suit. He loved me and I loved him. I walked to school, right by where my Cherry was boarded. I cleaned his stall and fed and loved on him before and after school everyday. I rode that pony down the street to my race horse friends barn a mile away by myself. I remember one time we went through a snow bank so deep we got stuck for a time. Cherry didn’t panic and neither did I. There was nothing we couldn’t do together. When I would come into the barn and find Cherry laying down for a nap, I would curl up against and take a nap too. That horse helped mold me. Cherry is a big part of who I am today. He taught me to trust, how to communicate clearly, to know what it means to love and be loved unconditionally.
As many of you know I founded a horse rescue back in 2006, Hoof Beats of America. This year we rescued three horses from a feed lot in Nevada, they were soon to be picked up and slaughtered. One of the horses was a bright red yearling filly. Despite all she had been through this filly wanted to accept humans. It didn’t take long before she allowed us to touch her and showed a great interest in getting to know us. Eventually I brought her home with one of our other rescues who soon bonded with this brave little soul. It didn’t take long before the filly would nicker and run to you when you called her. She would let you rub her all over and started following us around like a dog. She was adopted along with her rescue friend to a wonderful home near the rescue. Oh yes, I never told you that red filly’s name? Cherry of course.
Who was your Cherry? Tell me a story. : )